My love for turquoise can be traced to a solitary inch-long stub of crayon in the four-quart basket of broken crayon pieces that constituted our kindergarten art supply. Chance favoured me that day when the crayon I had thought was dark green turned out to be the alluringly aquatic shade of a Colorado blue spruce tree.

The colour I remember is now called “Tropical Rain Forest”, according to and can be found in the 120 crayon box. Such a dizzying selection makes me want to order a box right now—I can always claim it’s for the grandkids. Hehe.

Perhaps that’s why there was only the solitary stub in the entire basket, though heaven knows how it got there; the nuns at St. Theresa’s hewed to the less-is-more philosophy and confined our choices to the standard eight-crayon selection.

So you will understand my delight in these dragonfly napkin rings, the inspiration for the table. (Pier 1…I know, I know…)

In styling the table, my first stop was antique Gien majolica salad plates, which have a blue undertone.

For a while, that was as far as I got. But as summer progressed, the hydrangeas began their transformation from clear, vibrant blue to softer, more faded shades.

I dug out my Jeanette turquoise blue swirled footed bowl and filled it with the now papery blooms. Antique twisted-stem Venetian candleholders bridged the shades of blue and green.

That led me to add the Venetian footed small compotes and turquoise needle-point goblets. The table was starting to look a bit bland, so I added the deeper green Bristol glasses. Ok – that works.

I hadn’t yet settled on a dinner plate to underpin the Gien majolica salad plate. The rim of the Aerin Green scalloped edge dinner plate is closer to an apple green colour, and I wasn’t sure it would work. But there is a bit of that shade in the dragonfly napkin rings, so in it went.

The decanter that accompanied the Bristol Green glasses joined in, too. The more, the merrier.

While I’m always sad to see the hydrangeas descend into “dried flower” territory, they have a spectacular denouement. How many flowers are as beautiful in their declining phase?

It’s August 1st tomorrow. Back in Canada, the fruit stands are starting to fill with Niagara peaches, fresh apricots and small yellow plums. Soon we will see the bushel baskets of Roma tomatoes and bell peppers, and our Italian friends will begin their annual bottling of delectable tomato sauce and roasted peppers. While I regret the passing of summer, I’m looking forward to sweater weather and the first crisp fall apples, Jona Golds and Ginger Golds.